On this road where pale white snow falls,struggling past the streetlights with each hard step;I let a tear fall off my face.perhaps it was the constant missingof you but i didn't know the reason.Everything shatters in pieces i could seewith every imagination and thoughts of you.I haven't seen you in a while,for months and for hours-it seems like a distant forever,something I can't reach-since I've last seen that pretty face of yours.

I probably want to see youyet i fear what you'd say or do-I promised you a million timesthat I've said it all by heart and words-I wouldn't contact you again,and I'd craft it into stone with penif that was what you wanted from the start.My selfish wishes upsets youhalf the time, I know.but if i could be selfish one last time,then I'd do it;because I fear losing you;if that was one last time I'd see you face,I'd want to see it anyway.You are the only one whom I changed for,and the last time I'd change.

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